Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"But that old man is Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore!"

The scene fell silent.

It was only then that Wentworth gradually recovered from the dizziness. Gripping his wand tightly, Wentworth looked around and saw that he and Dumbledore were in a clearing in a dense forest, surrounded by seven or eight wizards.

Directly in front of him, a bald, burly man was staring at him in terror... Dumbledore was beside him, and next to the bald, burly man was a short wizard, hidden in a cloak, his face obscured.

As Wentworth observed the other, the other was also observing Wentworth. Neither of them spoke, and the scene was somewhat silent for a moment, with only the occasional cawing of crows echoing from the depths of the forest.

Chapter Seventy-One Wizard Hunter

After a long while, Dumbledore coughed twice, breaking the silence.

"Cough cough!"

However, before Dumbledore could speak, the wizards surrounding him and Wentworth instantly pulled out their wands, pointed them at Dumbledore, and looked on with great vigilance.

"Gentlemen, you went to great lengths to bring me and my student here with the key, yet you haven't said a word. Now you're pointing your wands at us. This doesn't seem like proper hospitality!"

Dumbledore glanced around and said in a calm tone.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's question, the surrounding wizards instinctively turned their gaze to the short wizard wearing a cloak.

After a moment, the wizard said in a sinister tone:

"Albus Dumbledore? I'm telling you, it's actually a misunderstanding, believe it or not?"

Upon hearing the cloaked wizard's words, Dumbledore slowly shook his head, raised an eyebrow, and then said:

"I don't know how you did it, but leaving a key on my student's bed doesn't seem like a misunderstanding at all!"

The cloaked wizard chuckled coldly, his cloak seeming to drop slightly lower, and replied:

“That’s true. Our original target was just a first-year student at Hogwarts, but we didn’t expect to attract the headmaster of Hogwarts. In that case, let’s all stay!”

As he spoke, the cloaked wizard suddenly waved his hand, and from beneath the black cloak, a withered hand gripped a wand, reaching out towards Dumbledore and Wentworth.

At the same time, an unknown spell shot out, heading straight for Dumbledore and Wentworth.

"Holy crap, silent spellcasting?!"

Upon seeing this, Wentworth exclaimed that he was unworthy of such a title, wondering why all the wizards he had encountered were just casually casting spells.

But Wentworth, who was prepared, did not hesitate and immediately grabbed his wand and hid behind Dumbledore.

As expected of the wizard who ended two Dark Lords, Dumbledore had already raised his wand at some point.

The spell cast by the wizard in the black cloak stopped abruptly just before reaching Dumbledore, then blazed with a bright red light before vanishing without a trace.

Before Dumbledore, a nearly transparent barrier appeared and disappeared within the red light, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, it is still faintly visible that at the tip of Dumbledore's wand, an invisible barrier, centered on Dumbledore's wand, formed a semi-elliptical shape, enveloping Dumbledore and Wentworth.

"Wow, Headmaster, this is a protective charm, right? It seems like it's missing this little bit behind me. Could you please put in a little more effort and complete this little bit behind me? There are still two wizards behind me!"

But Dumbledore, panting heavily, said:

“Wentworth, be careful. Normally, a protective charm can only protect yourself. I forcibly expanded the range of the protective charm in an attempt to protect you, but I am getting old after all. I didn’t expect that I couldn’t completely envelop you.”

"You must guard this gap behind you, otherwise, neither of us may be able to leave tonight!"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth's smile froze, but he then forced a smile and said:

"Headmaster, are you kidding me? Are you testing me? Don't be ridiculous, do you think those few wild wizards are a match for you?"

Dumbledore, still dressed gruffly, said:

"They're not just some wild wizards; they're wizard hunters, the cream of the crop among dark wizards."

At the same time, the cloaked wizard opposite them said in a sinister tone:

"As expected of Dumbledore, you recognized us at a glance. That's right, we are indeed wizard hunters. Your bounty on the hunter market has always been at the top, Albus Dumbledore!"

“If it were just you alone today, we would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word. But today, you're carrying such a burden and are still determined to save his life. Maybe we'll make a name for ourselves in this battle!”

As the cloaked wizard hunter spoke, he raised his hand and waved to the wizards around him, urging them to move forward together and attack Dumbledore.

However, surprisingly, after the cloaked wizard hunter finished his actions, not a single wizard moved forward even a single step as he had instructed.

Seeing this, the cloaked wizard hunter paused, glanced behind him, and then the bald wizard beside him puffed out his chest and shouted loudly to those around him:

"Can't you hear what the boss said? There are only two of them. If we go at them together, we'll make a killing tonight, no matter which one we take down!"

As the bald wizard finished speaking, the other wizard hunters exchanged glances, seemingly somewhat tempted.

But at that moment, one of the wizard hunters behind Dumbledore, instead of advancing, retreated into the dense forest behind him, and said:

"Gentlemen, I'm here to make money, not to die! To attack Albus Dumbledore? In the wizarding world today, if Dumbledore claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first! Goodbye, everyone!"

Without a word, the blond, blue-eyed wizard ran straight into the dense forest behind him.

Seeing the wizard hunter walk away without stopping, the remaining wizard hunters seemed to be undecided for a moment.

At that moment, Dumbledore's voice rang out again:

"Oh no, Wentworth! That guy ran away instead of teleporting. Clearly, there's magic here to prevent teleportation. I was planning to take you with me, but it looks like that's not going to happen!"

Wentworth responded with a dark expression:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you don't need to announce your intention to escape so loudly! It greatly affects your demeanor as a master!"

Having overheard Dumbledore and Wentworth's conversation, the cloaked wizard hunter opposite them shouted:

"If you're so afraid of death, then don't become a wizard hunter! We're in this business of risking our lives for money!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his wand again and pointed it in Dumbledore's direction.

At the same time, the other wizard hunters, seeing this, no longer hesitated and pointed their wands at Dumbledore and Wentworth.

Seeing this, Dumbledore quickly pretended to exert all his strength, and the protective charm, under Dumbledore's magical output, was almost solid.

However, behind Dumbledore, where Wentworth stood, there was still a portion that was not covered by the protective charm.

Dumbledore also spoke loudly to Wentworth:

"Wentworth, the defense behind me is in your hands now!"

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Divine Sword Without a Shadow

Just as Dumbledore was speaking, the remaining wizard hunter behind him also raised his wand. Seeing this, Wentworth couldn't help but speak up:

"Headmaster, although I don't know if you did it on purpose, if this happens again, I will never leave Hogwarts!"

As Wentworth spoke, he pointed his wand at the wizard hunter in front of him. At the same time, Wentworth used his left thumb to flick away the Felix Felicis potion that he had been holding in his left hand and took a big gulp without hesitation.

"Crushed to pieces!"

As the wizard hunter opposite him cast his spell, Wentworth, with a Flame of Felix in his mouth, mumbled indistinctly:

"Except your weapons!"

At the same time, Wentworth quickly dodged to the side, hoping to avoid the opponent's spell.

Perhaps it was the effect of the Felix Felicis potion, but Wentworth's spell and the spell cast by the opposing wizard hunter happened to meet in mid-air, and both spells exploded at the same time.

The shockwave from the explosion sent several pieces of rubble flying between Wentworth and the wizard hunter. One of the pieces grazed the wizard hunter's cheek, and blood gushed from his brow bone.

"Damn it! You brat, just wait till I catch you, I'll make you pay! You'll all be petrified!"

The wizard hunter covered his eyes, cursing angrily, and continued to attack Wentworth.

But perhaps because the blood in the corner of his eye affected his vision, or perhaps because the potion of Felix that Wentworth had just drunk was still taking effect, the accuracy of the spells cast by the wizard hunter was greatly reduced. Wentworth was able to dodge while also occasionally launching counterattacks.

Meanwhile, the remaining wizards in the wizard hunter group were going all out against Dumbledore, unleashing a barrage of various spells that shone with multicolored light.

Dumbledore, meanwhile, was doing his best to maintain the protective charms around himself and Wentworth. Although the charms rippled under the opponent's attacks, they remained steadfast.

While Dumbledore and Wentworth were locked in fierce combat with the opposing wizard hunters, two pairs of eyes were silently watching the battlefield from the depths of the surrounding dense forest.

Through the occasional slivers of moonlight filtering through the leaves, two figures could be vaguely seen crouching quietly behind a bush in the woods, gazing in the direction of Dumbledore and Wentworth.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the other side of the bushes. Two people hiding there almost simultaneously pulled out their wands and pointed them in the direction of the sound. They were also two wizards.

Just then, another figure appeared on the other side of the bushes. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the blond, blue-eyed wizard hunter who had just left.

The two wizards, who were lurking behind the bushes, breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who it was, and put their wands away.

The blond, blue-eyed wizard walked up to the two of them and said:

"What bad luck! I actually attracted Dumbledore this time! If Dumbledore hadn't seemed to want to train that kid, I probably would have really been done for!"

In the darkness, another voice spoke up, sounding puzzled:

"Is Dumbledore really that powerful? But it seems he's being overwhelmed by those wizard hunters right now, with no chance to fight back! Could it be that you're being too cautious? After all, Dumbledore is an old man now."

But before the man could finish speaking, the blond, blue-eyed wizard sneered and said:

"Voldemort probably had the same idea as you back then, you fool! I'm leaving. If you want to keep watching, you'll all be left here."

Another wizard, seemingly somewhat unwilling, said:

"We're just going to leave like this? We paid such a high price, a full 100,000 Galleons, to hire so many wizard hunters. You also went through so much trouble to infiltrate them. Are you just going to give up like this?"

Upon hearing this, the blond, blue-eyed wizard paused, but then spoke again:

"As long as everyone's safe, they're in the open while we're in the shadows. We'll always have a chance. As for the cost, heh, it's not like we can't get reimbursed when we get back!"

"Remember to remind me when you get back to change the invoice to 150,000 Galleons."

As soon as the blond, blue-eyed wizard finished speaking, he teleported away from the dense forest without hesitation. The remaining two wizards exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a hint of joy. Then, without further hesitation, they also teleported away.

While the three wizards were using Apparition, Dumbledore, who was locked in a stalemate with the remaining wizard hunters, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the direction the three wizards had left through the dense forest, but made no further move.

At this moment, in front of Dumbledore, the group of wizard hunters continued to cast spells on him without stopping.

Behind Dumbledore, Wentworth and the wizard hunter with the eye injury were locked in a stalemate.

However, neither of them seemed to be in good condition. The wizard hunter was covering his eye with his hand, but because he hadn't had a chance to stop the bleeding, his face was extremely pale, and he seemed to be suffering from excessive blood loss.

Wentworth, meanwhile, was breathing heavily, panting with his hands on his hips.